The pungent scent of herbs stung Brook's nose as she padded into Jinglemoon's den. He'd been given the task of asking the medicine cat if he needed any more moss for his nest or anything, and while Brook was now keenly aware that this was a task for the Clan's younger cats, their brother still hadn't determined them worthy of a proper RiverClan name.
Could've at least called me Brookpaw or something, he thought.
"Ah, Jinglemoon?" he called. "Pikestar sent me to ask-" He paused. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk about the whole... dying thing.
"Well, I'm here to ask if you need the moss in your nest changed, but actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a few things first? Assuming that's ok."
There had been many new faces in RiverClan as of late and he wasn't quite sure yet what exactly he thought about it, it did give him hope though that a certain cat he wanted to see join might have a chance to do just that... When she was ready and if she wanted to in the end of course. The medicine cat tried to push her from his mind for now though and focus on his work, finding that he tended to get a little too distracted when she was on his mind.
The call of another cat thankfully snapped him from his thoughts that had started to wander and he'd turn to see one of Pikestar's siblings that bore such a striking resemblance to the leader that if Pikestar hadn't had his scars it would've been a difficult task to tell the two apart for any cat who didn't know them more personally. "Brook? Come on in, make yourself at home!" He chirped warmly, hoping the other cat had been settling into clan life well-- It had been hard at first for him too, but he could only imagine it must be much more difficult trying to establish yourself in a group of cats that had been through together what they had been already and not to mention her connection to Pikestar as well, he just hoped no other cat gave him a hard time.
Brook had apparently been sent to ask if he needed his nest moss changed but she also had some questions of her own, Jinglemoon would tilt his head to the side curiously but would dip his head in turn. "The nest moss can wait" He'd smile, settling down to sit with his tail tucked over his paws. "Please, ask away, what can I help you with?"
When danger greets you with a smile
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes. Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLETUFT, ECLIPSESHADE and COMETTAIL Mentoring No one "speech" // 'thoughts' // #3b90ff
Brook smiled, not-so-secretly glad to have the labor set aside for the moment, and sat down, curling his tail over his paws as he gazed around the den thoughtfully. There were so many different plants... how did the tom remember all of them? And what each of them could do? Brook was having a hard enough time remembering everyone's names and everything - and Jinglemoon could recognize all these plants!
The only one Brook recognized was catmint, though what medicinal purpose that served, she had no clue.
Right. He'd addressed her.
"I was curious about... StarClan. You've really talked to them? They're real?"
Seeing Brook look around the den the way she did brought a soft smile to the medicine cats' muzzle, many cats did similar upon their first time in the medicine den but the curiosity of it still managed to gift him a smile. He remembered when it had been Rainpaw or even when it had been himself after the den was first set up properly, he could imagine it was all the more bewildering for a cat who hadn't needed the help of the medicine den yet.
Brook's question was a curious one, he was interested in hearing about StarClan? Jinglemoon thought Pikestar would've held all the answers she could've possibly needed in that regard, but perhaps hearing about it from a cat who was not kin and interacted with it in a different way to the leader would make it more believable? There were certainly things his own brother had said that he hadn't always believed either and getting more than one source of information was always best when looking for answers too.
"Indeed I have" He'd start, his whiskers twitching curiously as he tried to gauge the other cats' reactions to his answers. "StarClan were the ones to approach and appoint me the medicine cat of RiverClan when we were first forming-- Much like how they chose Pikestar" In a lot of ways it still all bewildered him too, there had always been that nagging feeling of it all being a dream- a regular dream that is that he just misinterpreted as being important and real but ever since the Half-Moon meetings with the other medicine cats had been formed... And being able to see the stars of Pikestar's lives too, it all solidified to him that it had all been very real and yet he did still wonder, why him?
"I know it might be... A bit difficult to believe but I promise that they're real!" He smiled, wondering how much he ought to mention to convince her without it sounding even more difficult to believe. Like would any cat believe him on being able to see spirits? Or Pikestar's lives? Outside of maybe Pikestar himself of course. "Every half moon, the other clan medicine cats and I go to the moonstone to exchange knowledge and to share dreams with StarClan as well. Where they reside is very beautiful" Such a peaceful place was exactly where their former clanmates deserved to be to rest, especially little Shellkit even though she deserved even more-so to still be here in RiverClan itself with her family.
"Do you not believe Pikestar's 'nine lives' thing? Has he told you about that yet?"
When danger greets you with a smile
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes. Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLETUFT, ECLIPSESHADE and COMETTAIL Mentoring No one "speech" // 'thoughts' // #3b90ff
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